last night
((and the night before last))
that the sky doesn't
seem to turn black anymore
instead
it is a dark-violet-shadow.
sheets of clouds
swept all over its surface
lit up
in pink or purple
is that not odd?
the days are getting longer.
my mornings are
becoming increasingly indulgent
the first real thing i did
today
was check my iq
other than that;
sultana toast
coffee
a travel memoir
and norah jones
oh my.
i really should go to
the library and attempt
some study
last night i asked my mother if
we could go for a drive
we traced a path
all over this city
at la perouse
the sea is bathed in false moonlight
saw a woman
riding on her bicycle
waving her arms erratically
as though
conducting an orchestra
it's a little past eleven
dirty grey sunlight
filters through the curtains
i want to play the violin.
if only i could.
these past few days i've been
scribbling in a green notebook
ephemeral thoughts
are suddenly tangible
your affection meant more
when it was straight from
the blue
the flowers from graduation
are really quite lovely
purple and green
their long petals
stretch.
trying to part ways
but never quite succeeding
in their blue vase
these flowers look exhilarating
flowers make for
very poor symbolism
because they
will die.